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Got Milk?
Neutral Milk Hotel's stunning new album "In the Aeroplane Over the Sea," is a back-to-nature mix of surrealistic imagery and kaleidoscopic melodies that might imply hippie-damaged psychedelia to some. [2]Roni Sarig

Now What?
If you go gaga over the sultry smoothness of a symphonic glissando, just wait till you experience our transitions to cool and useful music links on the Web. [18]

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've been thinking, like, what's the point of rock-and-roll anymore?
So you have a band, with a drummer, bassist, guitarist, and maybe
somebody on accordion or whatever. And a singer. You write some
songs, you make up lyrics that are all, like, clever and express
your heart and all. And for what? So you can drive around to clubs
and spend an hour setting up your drum kit and play your tunes
to a bunch of screaming dancing humans? I mean, Why?

Don't these music people realize they're wasting their time?
They could be sitting in offices, negotiating with other people
inside those offices, filling out paper forms and talking on the
phone....all day! Or sitting in front of a computer. They could
be surfing the Web! Instead they just want to drive from town
to town, sleep in late, meet girls and stuff, hang out....what
a waste. They could be in an office. They could have their own
cubicle.

I dunno, I dunno. I mean look at Cash Money, what do they do,
they just play music and drink tequila, like in this article (I
think they are drunk). Or look at Iodine, their only goal is to
be "the loudest band in the world" and "have fun" (???).
Then you've got this DJ guy, Frankie Knuckles, who spins vinyl
all week and has a big smile on his face and lots of friends.
What kind of life is that?

Rebekah had it made as a waitress and office worker. But she
squandered that good start to get a record deal on some little
nothing label called Elektra. Why, why, why? Neutral Milk Hotel
might be well up the corporate ladder, but no, they just want
to play acoustic/punk/gospel, blah blah, expressing themselves,
blah blah. Superdrag pays homage to Beatles meets My Bloody Valentine,
the High Llamas pay homage to "Pet Sounds"-era Beach
Boys, Jarvis Cocker channels Bryan Ferry, and what does it amount
to? Not a hill of beans. Not even one bean.

Self expression, creativity, art...whatever. Don't these people
realize they could be temping?

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